what? You're buggin' who? You're buggin me And don't you see it ain't cool Wyclef: Hey yo It's the Refugee Camp
miss you I haven?t changed, I?m still the same I?m just a Copenhagen refugee You found love and I found hope As a Copenhagen refugee Hey Hey Hey Hey
: Woah, woah... She's the refugee I see your face I see you staring back at me Woah, woah... She's the refugee Her mama say one day she's gonna Live
you can save me From what I've become lately Take me there to another place Show me love, just a taste Maybe you can save me I feel just like a refugee
is willing to trace the trajectory Of systems of treachery Aimed right at you and me Evolution Coming down on me Revolution Refuge of the free TV mentality
: Warm yourself by the fire, son, And the morning will come soon. I?ll tell you stories of a better time, In a place that we once knew. Before we packed
have to live like a refugee (Don't have to live like a refugee) Oh baby, you don't have to live like a refugee (Don't have to live like a refugee) Oh
have to live like a refugee (Don't have to live like a refugee) Now baby you don't have to live like a refugee (Don't have to live like a refugee) No
I be strong and find the strength to carry on Misery comes, but doesn't go, don't want to reach tomorrow Don't want to be a refugee of love Found a
buggin' what? You're buggin' who? You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool Hey, yo It's the Refugee Camp
and a crime... to question why. I don't want to be a refugee, I just want a single guarantee. I don't want to be a refugee, I just want the right to
Treated like a refugee Never seems to be a place for me In my mind there is a scene I see My house is burning No-one returning To a land once free. Dreaming
Warm yourself by the fire, son And the morning will come soon I'll tell you stories of a better time In a place that we once knew Before we packed our
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Woah, woah She's the refugee I see your face I see you staring back at me Woah, woah She's the refugee Her mama will say one day She's gonna live in
My room is dark, and very small; there's a place to wash at the end of the hall. I hear strange languages through the wall, I hear them shouting in the
[Byford/Carter] Cry for the children Sons and daughters left behind They walk alone down the trail of tears Full of heartache, full of fears Stand with
